For the Filipino Wearing a Thriller Jacket at Market Street East

summer is a selfsame spark of teenagedness
pepsi accident running one minute late anew
it is old gossip we have in common
that recession proves nothing is worth safety
in defense of high fructose corn syrup
when they speak of iraq in new jersey
they reveal david copperfield’s fiancé
messed up with babies doomed
to repeat the serial crimes of their children
real thug, on the corner waiting for eagles
while brazilian barbecue wafts through dover
on highways with renegade television motorcycles
to prophesize there aint no butter in heaven
to loosen our birthday wishes for a world of wonder